Maybe she's there for an important reason. Or maybe it's just some kind of...multiversal accident. A quirk of fate. She's been through enough weird shit by now to know that saying 'anything is possible' really is only the tip of the iceberg. She sits down on one end of the couch once he pulls back, settling into the cushion as she knocks back the rest of her own drink and holds out the glass for him to refill.

The question takes her by surprise. Her eyes meet his for a moment, and her mouth curls into a sad little smile. "Only every minute."